Today, my mother's beloved cat died and we thought it would be nice to bury it in the back yard. I came home from work and while walking to the door saw that the cat had been dug up and partially eaten by the local raccoons and strays. FML

Unfortunately, with that much raw meat, you gotta put more effort than you think into making sure it stays buried. Ever seen the end of Old Yeller, where they have the big pile of heavy rocks? That's exactly why.